Who: Connor & Jacob Where: Seaview - Countryclub When: Saturday night 01/20 Status: complete Warning: NSFW
Jacob hadn't meant to get drunk at karaoke but he'd gotten a little carried away and his tolerance for alcohol seemed to have waned a little over the last few weeks. He was young and healthy though so that meant his hangover didn't last very long on this busy Saturday. He ate some food, took a hot shower and felt right as rain with good time to spare before going to the Overlook party Connor invited him to. If anything, that one night of drunken karaoke and cheering Sage on in the actual competition had given him some reprieve from worrying about going to an actual country club event. Connor wanted him to go which felt like a huge statement about their relationship and while Jacob didn't worry about that kind of pressure, he did worry about other people's opinion of them - of Connor. Maybe it wasn't even a big deal, maybe nobody would think twice about it but that didn't mean Jacob's nerves weren't frayed. He wasn't used to fancy shit like that, dressing up, hanging out with the older generation of the Overlook brats. Normally he wouldn't give a shit about making a bad impression but he didn't want to embarrass Connor, the thought alone had his stomach in knots to the point where he felt like cancelling and almost wished he'd wake up with a cold from hell.
He was putting on a very brave face despite his inner turmoil. Connor had bought him new clothes and Jacob accepted them more for Connor than for himself, he wanted to look good for him after all, to fit in and not embarrass him. He had to admit the suit looked good on him. It wasn't anything extravagant, not tailor fitted or three piece or anything, but it fit him snugly and he looked... Hell, he looked like he could stand his ground with the Overlook brats. Connor looked good enough to eat and Jacob wondered if he felt as out of place there as he did or if this sort of thing came naturally to him now. He'd probably attended a few galas like this, being a doctor and all. Suffice to say, this was Jacob's first.
"I feel like I'm forgetting something," Jacob murmured when they were ready to go. It was kind of fun to dress up all nice but Jacob still wished it was for a more private occasion. Connor smelled good, looked good, and Jacob just wanted to snuggle up against him and smell and lick him. "I'm not supposed to wear a tie, right?" Connor wasn't wearing one so probably not but he had his phone and whatever he might be forgetting was more likely to be related to the clothes he was so not used to wearing.
Shopping for a suit for Jacob had been kind of fun for Connor. He rather enjoyed picking out things to make his boy try on, and he’d looked delectable in several suits they’d tried. The shopping trip had been inspired by the upcoming country club event, but Connor had repeated several times that a man needed a suit, if only for weddings and funerals. And Jacob was a man now, even if he was Connor’s boy. He’d done a bit of shopping of his own, and come away with a fitted three piece that he had just fallen in love with. It was a dark gray pinstripe number and made him feel classy.
He was currently wearing the pants and the vest over a dark red button down shirt with the collar open. The invite had said only semi-formal attire was required, so Connor was leaving the jacket and tie at home. He did have a pocket watch though, the chain hanging between the vest pocket and where it was attached to one of his low buttons, and of course the chain link bracelet he always wore now. People might notice the similarity to Jacob’s ‘necklace’ or they might not. Connor didn’t care. He didn’t care about a lot of things anymore, he felt like his priorities had been shifting ever since the fog.
“You don’t need a tie,” he told Jacob, stepping in front of him to look him over. He looked clean and handsome and perfect to Connor. He brushed off and then patted one of the boy’s shoulders, giving him a little smile. “You’d definitely catch my eye from across the room.”
"Please let's not put that theory to the test," Jacob replied. "I really don't want to be left alone at that party for long." He brushed his fingers along the lapels of Connor's vest, savoring the feel of the fabric against his skin, richer than what Connor usually wore and faintly coarse in comparison. It was masculine and it just accentuated the air of authority Connor already possessed so needless to say Jacob felt like melting every time he looked at him. "You look so good," he whispered, his gaze caressing Connor as much as his hands were.
Connor let his hands settle on Jacob’s waist, his smile spreading a bit. “Likewise,” he murmured. “And don’t worry, I won’t abandon you. I’m sure this thing will be full of boring people anyway, I’d rather we just enjoy ourselves.” Connor would shake some hands and schmooze a bit, but it wasn’t like his livelihood depended on kissing anybody’s ass in particular, so he didn’t feel obligated to stay long or network. One hand lifted and he toyed a bit with the chain around Jacob’s neck where it peeked out from the open collar of his shirt. “Then we can come home and enjoy ourselves even more.” Connor gave the collar a tiny tug and smirked, then looked serious again for a second. “And tell me if you hit your limit and want to leave, okay?”
Jacob would try to hold out for as long as he could but it was still a relief to have the option to bail if things got to be too much. He didn't expect someone to make a scene like Steve had but even if it was subtle, any sort of hostility would knock the wind out of his sails pretty fast. He couldn't really expect that nobody there would know who he was but hope didn't have to be logical. The little tug on his collar made his stomach flutter a little like every time Connor touched it. It was damn well pavlovian at this point. "I will," he promised. "We can stay as long as you want and I'll blow on your dice for good luck if you play."
Connor almost corrected him that they would stay as long as Jacob wanted, but he knew himself well enough to know he might get sick of the event before his boy did. He could fake being a smoothly social most of the time, but he had his own limits. Hopefully the charity gambling would be a fun distraction. “I’m more of a cards man than a dice man,” he said with an amused little huff. “But I might give it a shot just to have you blow me in public.” Connor gave a cheesy wink, then slipped his fingers behind Jacob’s neck to pull him in for a kiss. “We’ll have fun,” he murmured. “And if it sucks, we’ll leave.” After another smooch, he patted his chest. “Ready?”
Jacob laughed into the kiss, which was a good way to ease some of the nervousness he was feeling. He'd love to blow Connor in public one day but preferably at a sex party or somewhere where they wouldn't get arrested and most definitely not at an Overlook party. "Ready," he replied softly and tried very hard not to get caught up in thinking about the image Connor had put in his head or else he'd spend the car ride trying to get rid of a hard-on. He opened the door and stepped outside, huddling his shoulders against the chill while Connor locked the door behind them. "I feel like we should be taking a limo, you just look that good," he said as they hurried to the car, only half joking.
Connor slipped into his pea coat before he stepped outside and turned to lock up, then laughed a bit. “Like I’m taking you to prom? That would be kinda fun. Are there even limos in this town?” He pulled his keys out and pushed the button to unlock the doors, then slipped into the driver’s seat. It was a little less bitterly cold tonight than it had been, but it was still chilly enough. Connor started the car up and waited until Jacob was settled before he backed the car out of the short driveway. Once they were officially on the way, he reached over to rest his hand on Jacob’s thigh. “I think I might ... make some requests of you while we’re there,” he murmured, a wicked little smile crossing his face. Playing some sexy mind games with Jacob would definitely make the night more interesting.
Jacob looked over with a smile slowly spreading over his lips. "Oh yeah?" he murmured, a comfortable hot weight settling low in his stomach. "Whatever you want." Suddenly the evening didn't seem so intimidating, having a task or two would keep his mind otherwise occupied and now he couldn't help but think maybe he should really blow Connor at the country club. In the bathroom, of course, not completely in public. He was seriously wishing they'd bought something like a cock cage because his cock was waking up more than he needed it to and a cage? Really would help hide it.
Whatever he wanted. Connor never got tired of hearing that. He could tell by the tone in Jacob’s voice that he was excited by the idea, and that was just inspiring. His mind hadn’t gotten as far as actually fooling around at the country club, but it was definitely headed in that direction. Connor just wanted plenty of teasing for both of them first. “That’s right,” he agreed softly, grinning some himself. “Whatever I want.” Leaning slightly in his seat, Connor slid his hand further in against Jacob’s thigh, then up to cup his crotch. Oh yes, he was off to a good start already. “And by the end of the evening, I think I want you begging me to take you home.”
"I already want you to turn the car around," Jacob said quietly, biting his lip as he looked out the window. Damn it, Connor wasn't making this easy and he wasn't sure how he was supposed to make it inside the country club if Connor kept this up. Whatever chill he'd still felt was forgotten as his body warmed up considerably with that touch alone and he took a shaky little breath before looking at Connor again. "Do you want me to be presentable tonight?" he asked pointedly, giving him a cheeky little smile.
Connor gave a deep chuckle and gently squeezed Jacob’s bulge before he straightened up and put his hand on the wheel again. “I know I’m supposed to say yes to that question,” he murmured, amused. “But I’m struggling with it.” It was all strictly fantasy, but part of him loved the idea of mingling at this type of party with Jacob on a leash next to him, getting to toy with his body and turn him on while having casual conversation with whoever was around, simultaneously showing him off and embarrassing him a bit. That was more for a kink party though, not a charity casino night with the town’s richest assholes, so it would just stay in his head for the evening. Connor was sure they could make some of their own subtle fun. “I’ll behave,” he added, still smirking.
Jacob reached over to gently scratch at the back of Connor's neck. "I'll believe it when I see it," he said teasingly but warmly and even if Connor would behave from this moment, the 'damage' was already done. "I'm gonna need a minute before we go inside," he added with a huff of a laugh under his breath. His body responded so easily to Connor and just the suggestion made him wonder if he had some kink for public display that he hadn't been fully aware of. Sex parties were one thing, not that he'd ever actually participated in one but it was on the list of things he wanted to do.
He chuckled again, enjoying the intimate little touch. “Oh, to be in my twenties again with erections that last that long all on their own,” Connor murmured wistfully, not sounding sorry at all about putting Jacob in a predicament. He could tuck it up if he had to, and he had a jacket to button in front, so Connor wasn’t worried. Men learned to deal with inconvenient boners from a young age. He rather liked to think about Jacob’s cock being hard and frustrated through half the night, just pining for attention from him. It made his own pants feel tighter, for sure. He slowed the car to a stop at a light and looked over fondly at Jacob. “You play cards at all? Any gambling you want to do while we’re here? I’ll fund it. I think I get some free chips since I work at Mercy.”
"I really don't but it could be fun to try," Jacob replied. "Blackjack or something, like in the movies." That last bit was mostly a joke since he wasn't exactly dying to reenact movie magic but still, it felt like something he should try if given the opportunity and how cool would it be if he actually won something? "I'll be happy just blowing suggestively on your dice though," he added, leaning over a little to blow gently in the direction of Connor's face - practice. He smiled then and it was tempting to take off his seatbelt to scoot over closer but he resisted for now, the country club wasn't that far away.
The tickle of air made Connor grin again as he took them through the intersection. They were getting close, and he supposed he needed to get into a more adult frame of mind. It was just so boring and hard when Jacob made him feel all young and vibrant again. “I’m always happy when you blow anything of mine,” he said, still amused by that innuendo. “Blackjack is pretty easy, at least. I can give you some pointers if you wanna try it.” It probably wouldn’t be kosher to sit and give Jacob a full poker lesson right there at the table, but pretty much anybody could play blackjack. It was more luck than anything. Connor wasn’t concerned with winning or losing tonight -- it was all going to a good cause and he was pretty well set for money, especially living in a place like this.
"Maybe they have roulette too, that one's easy," Jacob mused. He did know some poker, mainly from playing some online games, but unless Connor wanted to sit down and get heavily invested in a game, Jacob didn't think he'd feel up to it. It seemed more like a night where they'd wander around, mingle, peruse some games - both public and private - and then get the hell out of there. It might all change once they were actually there but Jacob liked to think they wouldn't stay very long. "Red or black?" he asked since he doubted he'd ever bet on one number, the odds were too damn low.
Connor was just going to go with the flow tonight, and if that involved more mingling than gambling, then so be it. It could be fun, especially with low personal stakes, so he wouldn’t mind trying a few games, but there was much more fun in store for them at home. He’d been tempted not to come to this thing at all, but so far it was worth it seeing Jacob all dressed up. And if Connor was going to stay here for a while, it was always good to network. Maybe he could slip into a position at the hospital that didn’t involve working any second shifts or weekends. “Eh, roulette’s all luck and no skill,” he said with another lazy smile. “But I’d say red. Red’s my color.” He turned the car into the parking lot at the country club and cruised down an aisle to find a spot. “Feeling okay to walk yet?” he asked, shooting Jacob a smirk.
Jacob shifted in his seat and groaned softly before nodding. "I'll get inside," he replied. "One way or another." Connor had done a good job of distracting him from how nervous he'd felt but it flared up now that they were actually there. Telling Connor he was sorry in advance in case something went wrong was right there on the tip of his tongue but he bit it back. There was such a thing as overdoing it, like apologizing too often and he didn't want to be that guy. Instead he took a deep breath through his nose when Connor stopped the engine, then gave him a little smile - as if everything was just peachy. "Let's go."
Before they got out, Connor leaned over with a soft “c’mere” and gave Jacob a kiss. He kept it soft and chaste and relatively short so he wouldn’t go stirring up hormones again, but he wanted that connection before they strolled into a public arena. For his part, he was more wary than nervous -- he wasn’t going to let anybody fuck with his boy. They deserved to be there as much as anyone else. So part of Connor was going to be on guard, but he mostly felt okay. If nothing else, they could get some hot selfies out of it, because damn they looked good together. After giving Jacob one more adoring look, Connor climbed out of the car, locked it up once Jacob was out, and started toward the building.
Jacob felt soothed by that brief reassurance, a reminder that no matter what happened inside the country club, Connor was there for him. He still felt jittery as they headed inside, staying close to Connor and brushing his hand against his momentarily before they entered the building. He'd been right about at least one thing; the Overlook crowd either did not give a shit who he was or they were too refined to show it. Most everyone in there was preoccupied with something else and the ones who came over to greet Connor didn't make any indication that they recognized Jacob. It also wasn't quite as busy as he'd imagined it, he'd half forgotten they lived in a small town and the name 'casino night' brought up images of busy Vegas lounges but this was still Point Pleasant so it was pretty easy going all things considered. He relaxed after a few minutes inside. He might not feel like he belonged there but he also didn't feel like he was about to be kicked out.
James was there with his wife, but of course. He'd been tempted to cancel because he felt so damn tired all the time these days. He'd left Brianna to socialize and when he spotted Connor he was bound to say hello. "Dr. Ford," he murmured, offering his hand as he walked up to him. "Glad to see you could make it. Looking sharp." He gestured at Connor's suit, mainly the pocket watch. James might look dressed up but he didn't feel like he was since he hadn't put as much effort into it as he usually would, on account of feeling like he was coming down with something. Truthfully he just wanted to stay home in comfortable clothes and lounge on the couch and that felt weird to him.
The country club looked lush as always, and Connor felt pretty good walking into it with Jacob at his side. The decor was classy, the various tables were enticing, Connor spotted three open bars, and it wasn’t too crowded. All good things. He hadn’t yet had any experience with the homophobia in this town, and he was feeling bold enough tonight to actually treat Jacob like a date. He got them both a drink and didn’t hesitate to rest his hand in the small of his boy’s back as they meandered around the room to look at the game setups. Connor spotted James coming and had a smile ready for him as they shook hands. “James McCarthy, hey thanks,” he said, giving the man a firm shake, then chuckled. “Just ‘Connor’ is fine, especially here.” He turned a bit toward Jacob to introduce him. “Meet Jacob Keller. James is helping me out with some legal issues with my parents’ situation.”
Jacob felt like he was floating after he had a drink in his hand and felt more settled in. It didn't take much for Connor to make him feel better and feeling his hand on his back made him feel calm and like Connor was in control. He just needed to stay close to him and he'd be okay. It was validating, not having to hide that they were together, more validating than he'd have imagined. It was one of those things he'd brush off as unimportant but the way it made his chest swell with emotion told him in no uncertain terms that it wasn't.
There was recognition in James's eyes as he looked Jacob over and shook his hand. Not just for who he was but what he was to Connor. The collar was subtle but to a man in the know - it was noticeable. Interesting. It sparked some jealousy in him if he was to be honest with himself. It had been so damn long since he went to Portland and there was no way he could have a playmate in Point Pleasant. "Nice to meet you," he said, not acting on the urge to bring up the fact he knew about Jacob's past but at least he was one of the people who believed those kids, in fact the only thing he believed they were guilty of was being ignorant enough to go into the tunnel in the first place. "And yes, things may finally be moving an inch in those matters," he said to Connor. "But we won't talk about that here, I'll give you a call on Monday. Drink some more, lose some money and have a good time. I believe you've met my wife under less favorable circumstances but I'll introduce you if I can track her down again."
Connor hadn’t expected James to say anything untoward to Jacob, but part of him was still on alert for it. He hadn’t introduced him as a ‘friend’ or ‘boyfriend’ or anything in particular, though he’d resolved not to lie if anyone asked directly about how they knew each other. Connor cared more about Jacob not feeling like something shameful then he did anyone else’s opinion on their relationship. James understood a lot more than most though, so Connor wasn’t worried about him in particular. “I’m sure we’ll run into her,” he told James, giving an easy smile. “Hope she’s doing well. I’ve got an early shift Monday, but if I miss you I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” He sipped his drink and tossed a glance around. “Have you found any tables to be unlucky for sure yet?” he asked, his tone a bit more amused.
James looked around, amused. "I think table five might be a little haunted that doesn't necessarily mean it's unlucky," he muttered. "I haven't really played enough to accurately assess the situation so play at your own risk. Maybe Mister Keller will bring you some luck."
"That's what I said," Jacob said quietly, nudging Connor lightly. The more he looked at James, the more familiar the man looked but it was easy to chalk it up to living in the same town. "Blackjack?" he added since James looked like he was ready to wander off. "Or roulette. Where do you wanna start?" He'd be peeved if he didn't bring Connor luck, like it was more than luck and somehow fated and meant more than simply a night out gambling.
“Let’s hope so,” Connor said to James with a fond smile pointed at Jacob. He squeezed the boy’s shoulder and then told James he would talk to him soon. As the other man walked away, he turned his attention back to Jacob and his question. “Let’s do roulette,” he said, giving him another bright smile. He was better at cards, but Jacob had mentioned roulette a few times, so he didn’t mind starting there. Connor turned to head toward the proper table, sipping from the glass in his hand. “Red, don’t forget,” he murmured as they approached.
Jacob couldn't help but think about how he would have picked black if he wasn't with Connor. There was symbolism there that his mind latched onto a bit more heavily than it would have if not for his artistic tendencies, about how much more alive he felt with Connor, about how Connor made him feel less depressed. "Red," he repeated with a little nod. "Do you have a favorite number?" It would be bold, trying for a number, but why not be bold just once? Connor said he was getting free chips, it'd be amazing if they actually won something but either way it'd be fun. Jacob didn't think he had a favorite number, he kind of defaulted to his date of birth of course, most people tended to do that - and sometimes he wished he'd been born on the thirteenth because that was another number he liked if only on account of people claiming it to be unlucky. It was like black cats, unfair and superstitious so he was bound to like it.
When they weren’t losing actual money, why not be bold? It was all for fun and charity anyway. He hummed thoughtfully, grinning a little as he lifted his glass again. The bourbon was going down smoothly, but he was mindful of having to limit himself, so he only sipped. “I like threes, so ... something with a three in it,” he decided. Maybe that was a cop-out since so many special things came in threes, but triangles in particular had always appealed to Connor. He took a couple of the chips he’d been given when they’d signed in and blew on them before he handed them to Jacob. “For luck,” he murmured. “Now’s your chance to be my sugar daddy.” It was quiet enough to just reach Jacob’s ears, and Connor was smirking again as they stepped up to the table.
Jacob laughed, delight and amusement rushing through him. He might not want to be anyone's sugar daddy but he still had that urge to take care of Connor in some ways. Plus he was just happy whenever Connor flirted with him in any possible way. "Three," he murmured, knowing full well that it was Connor's date of birth. He liked that number too so that's what he bet on first, hissing his disappointment when the damn ball landed on four. "So close," he groaned, leaning against Connor to whisper in his ear. "Guess you have to blow harder." Maybe the alcohol was getting to him a little, or maybe the thrill of being there with Connor for anyone to see was thrilling enough to be intoxicating but he felt bold and excited now. "Red?" he murmured, holding up the second chip.
Connor was grinning even as they lost, and he didn’t mind the way Jacob leaned against him in the slightest. And if anybody around them did mind it? Connor didn’t give a shit. He rubbed at Jacob’s lower back as he leaned in a bit to give the chip another blow -- slightly harder this time, even though that had been a joke. “Red,” he agreed softly, then smooched his boy’s cheek. Mercifully, he waited until Jacob had placed his bet and the dealer was starting to spin the wheel before he slid his hand down a bit to subtly squeeze Jacob’s ass. Just a little tease while everyone was distracted.
There was something exciting about the sound of the roulette wheel but it was nothing compared to the thrill of feeling Connor's hand on his ass in public. Fuck. Jacob grinned, tearing his gaze from the wheel for a moment to look up at his dominant, hoping that Connor could see in his eyes just how turned on by him he was. "Red," he murmured again and it was funny to think that a lot of people used that color as a safe word when all he meant by it now was 'go go go'. His grin widened a little and he looked to the roulette wheel again, bouncing a little on his heels when the small metal ball came to a stop on a red square. Sure, the odds weren't that bad when betting on a color but it was still fun. "Got your chip back," he said happily. "One more?"
Connor could definitely see what effect he was having on his boy, and he hoped Jacob could sense the same in him. He’d worn some boxer briefs under his suit pants that contained things pretty well, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t feeling the pressure of arousal. He did have an exhibitionist streak, after all, and the erotic thrill of having his sub out in public amongst mostly-unsuspecting people was definitely present. He gave a soft laugh when Jacob won and was so obviously happy about it, then nodded his agreement. “Hell, as many as you want, sweetheart,” he answered with a smirk. Connor had plenty more chips in his pocket, and watching Jacob have fun was just as good as participating himself.
Jacob was having fun and his next bet - odds - got them some more chips. He could understand how people could get hooked on this he thought as he watched the wheel spin and waited for the result, it was almost hypnotic watching that little metal ball dance around on the colored squares and winning was so satisfying. Not every roll was a win but Jacob knew to quit while he was ahead so after a few spins he grabbed the chips and leaned in against Connor again. "You wanna try the haunted table?" he joked. "I could use another drink. Do you want one?" He hadn't consumed much alcohol yet but with the excitement coursing through him, he felt almost like he was drunk, warm and itching to touch Connor all over. He restrained himself for now, but let his hand run over his fancy vest, enamored with the texture.
They were getting a few sideways looks, but that didn’t bother Connor. People could be bigoted and judgey if they wanted to -- but everyone eventually needed a doctor, and then maybe they would see the error of their ways. He would treat them if they needed it, nonetheless. He wasn’t worried about his job. With one drink warming him from the inside, all he cared about was Jacob. “Sure, I’ll take one,” he said easily before draining the last drops from his glass. The second drink would be the last one, at least while they were here, but he wouldn’t mind it. Connor set the empty down on one of the small cocktail tables they had scattered amidst the gambling ones, and looked around for table five. It looked like blackjack. “I’ll be over there, testing my luck. Which we already know is good, if you’re any indication.” Connor flashed his boy a charming smile.
For a second Jacob's anxiety returned, a small voice in the back of his head whispering that if they split up someone would approach them and say something, make a snide remark, insinuations. He shook it off and took Connor's glass, smiling back at him because how could he not? His worrying was for nothing, as it turned out. Nobody bothered him and minutes later he returned to table five and slipped into the seat next to Connor. "Last one," he murmured. "I don't wanna get all drunk on you." He leaned in against him for a moment, nudging his shoulder with his own. "Unless you want me to be."
“Thank you,” Connor murmured as Jacob set his drink down. He’d had enough time to buy into the next round of blackjack, and he looked at his cards before shooting his boy a little smirk. “It’s my last one too. I have plenty of time to get you drunk at home,” he said. He almost added ‘and take advantage of you,’ but there were a few people around them and the dealer was not even a full foot away. Connor wasn’t going to hide who they were, but manners still applied. “Hit me,” he said to the dealer, and ended up hitting twenty-one. Connor smiled bright as he pulled the new chips in closer. “See? Lucky.”
"Is that the plan?" Jacob asked with visible amusement but mostly some intrigue at the thought of Connor getting him drunk on purpose. It did play into some of his darker and possibly stranger fantasies, that feeling of helplessness that he sometimes craved despite having had bad experiences with it in the past. The human psyche was a weird thing he supposed and he'd long since accepted that. He cheered at Connor's winning a moment later, snagging one chip playfully off the table. "I already feel a little tipsy," he murmured, then ducked in closer to speak in Connor's ear to keep anyone from overhearing. "If you want to make that request of me, I'm all yours." He'd be less flustered by it now that he'd had a couple of drinks but that didn't make him immune to some of the possible embarrassment, thankfully, because otherwise what was the fun in it? He brushed his lips against Connor's ear almost as an emphasis, grinning softly.
He felt like he knew Jacob’s limits well enough by now that it was safe to have some inebriated sex, if the mood struck them, and Connor thought it might tonight. There was something darkly appealing about the idea of taking a drunk, horny boy home and giving him everything he wanted. Or rather, taking whatever Connor wanted from him. Jacob’s words gave him a pleasant tingle, and he smiled as he lifted his drink to his lips for a sip. He was all Connor’s. While the dealer tossed out a new hand, Connor turned his head to murmur back to his boy. “Go to the men’s room and get a stall and wait for instructions.” His dark eyes crinkled at Jacob a bit before he turned his attention to his cards again. The shift was mostly an illusion -- his body was still very aware of Jacob, as always, and his thoughts were already more in the restroom than at the card table..
Jacob felt a little thrill and yes, some heat crawled up his neck at the thought of what Connor might make him do. He knocked back his drink, then leaned in close again and pressed a kiss on Connor's cheek because he was feeling bold. "Don't leave me waiting too long," he murmured. "Please." He still knew his place, and while a part of him kind of wanted to rebel a little just to get a reaction out of Connor he mostly just wanted to make him happy, show him in no uncertain terms that he held all the power and Jacob would do anything he asked. This wouldn't be the first time he did naughty things for Connor in a public restroom but it hadn't been at an event like this and something about being kinky in Overlook's fancy little country club gave him an added kick.
That little ‘please’ saved him from something worse than Connor already had planned -- not that any of it was really bad, just potentially embarrassing in the fun kind of way. Fun for them, at least. He gave a low, smirky hum, not about to promise anything, and patted Jacob’s leg before the boy got up to go obey. Connor gave him some time, playing through another hand of blackjack before he pushed away from the table and pocketed his chips. He finished off his drink and meandered toward the bar, intent on getting some water. He leaned against the edge of it while he waited and pulled his phone out to send Jacob a text. In place, my love? Don’t answer anything with words, only pictures.
It was oh so tempting to send something very naughty back but Jacob didn't have his instructions yet and he knew Connor wanted to stay in control. Sending a dick pic right off the bat would be presumptuous, even if he was already well on its way to getting hard and ready after Jacob had stood inside that bathroom stall for two minutes. Anticipation was one hell of a drug. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt instead, leaning back against the wall and taking a selfie of himself tugging at the third button and biting his lip. Okay, so he took at least five before he got one that he was satisfied with but Connor didn't need to know that. He got his picture.
What Jacob did send back was absolutely delicious, and Connor grinned down at his phone. Goddamn, his boy was hot. Especially with his collar on, the thick metal resting against that pale skin. Connor looked up as the bartender approached, turning his phone screen away from any prying eyes, and ordered water. Once he had it in his hand, he walked away from the bar and meandered toward the edge of the room where there were less people. Connor found a spot to lean and texted Jacob again. Unbutton all the way. Show me your bulge -- how much you want me to play with you right now. He was getting plenty of pleasant tingles throughout his own body, and he was again glad he’d worn the tight boxer briefs tonight.
Jacob waited in the stall, heart beating heavy but slow as he stared at his phone, willing the screen to light up with a message again. Of course Connor left him waiting and the only reason that didn't drive him insane was that he realized it was part of the game. He was so hard now, just thinking about what he was doing for Connor and the idea of him actually following him to the bathroom kept playing in his head, expanding into pure filth that probably would get them banned from the club for life. When the message finally came he was more than ready to take another picture. He didn't need to work at getting hard, he only needed to hurriedly unbutton his shirt and pants to get the image Connor wanted. He had asked for a picture but Jacob thought better of it, making a very short video where he let the camera trail from his face (making a little silence gesture with his finger against his lips) down his chest and then cupping his hard cock through his briefs. He sent it with a short message that proved to be weirdly hard to type out. You should be in here too.
Connor was just getting a little antsy himself when his phone vibrated again. He’d expected only a selfie, but he got much more than that, and it twisted his stomach in the nicest way. His boy was always going above and beyond for him, and he loved it. Connor replayed the little video three or four times before he opened up the keyboard to respond. He licked his lips as he considered what to say; he already knew he would end up in that bathroom stall with Jacob, but he couldn’t seem overeager to get there, that would just be undignified. Should I? Let me see what’s waiting for me if I come. He wondered if there was anybody else in the bathroom with Jacob right then, or if the other stalls were empty. He kind of wanted both of them to be true for different reasons. Connor drank some of his water down as he waited, then left his spot to make his way closer to the restrooms.
Jacob didn't expect Connor to come see him, he'd made it clear this was a little game to play, a service Jacob would provide for him to spice up the evening. Waiting for another message was pure torture and he held back on sending another message even if he wanted to double check that Connor got it. He smiled when it arrived but that joy was short lived when someone entered the bathroom and went about their business a couple of stalls down. Jacob felt like laughing, even as his face burned. There was no way that guy could know he was up to something in there but he felt seen, partially naked and hard as he was. He breathed a sigh of relief when the man left the room and instead of indulging Connor with a proper dick pic, he sent a picture that was a little more vague, just his shirt peeled back to show his shoulder and arm. You should come here and find out where my hand is, he wrote and wondered if he should ask where Connor was and what he was doing. It couldn't be more exciting than this, could it? He held back on that, curious to see how Connor would reply to what he'd already written.
It was a longer wait this time, and Connor started to wonder a bit if Jacob was having to fluff himself, or if he was truly enjoying this as much as Connor was. Sometimes the line between things that pleased both of them and things Jacob did just for Connor was blurry. As the dom, he was constantly searching for a balance between the two, even though he knew pleasing him made Jacob happy. He just wanted it to be a sexy kind of happy. He chuckled when the next pic came through. So he wanted to be teasing and coy, huh? Connor would’ve pulled him around by the collar a bit if he’d been in reach for that, and god did it make his dick ache. Tossing a glance around to make sure nobody was watching him again, he responded, MY hand’s gonna be on that cute little ass if you push it, cheeky boy. After a second’s thought, Connor added a winky emoji before he sent the message. He could see the bathroom door now from where he was, and he thumbed out another one, Are you alone in there?
There was such a thing as a good dick-pic and it wasn't easy to do without proper lighting, mirrors or a way to prop the camera up. It was near impossible to do alone in a bathroom stall so Jacob had to push away his artistic instincts and make do with a 'basic' picture for Connor, boring angle, less than dramatic lighting, but he tried to get a decent angle of his hand around his oh-so-hard dick, just barely touching since he didn't really have permission or instructions yet. All alone and so lonely he sent back and opted against putting a frowny emoji at the end. This should be your hand. He meant that with all his heart too, flushed and excited as he thought about how it'd feel to have Connor in there with him. The bathroom was pretty fancy for a public bathroom, it was that sort of place. It was spacious and clean and Jacob wondered just how obvious it'd be that there were two men in the stall if someone else came in. His cock twitched at the thought alone and while he knew he'd be morbidly embarrassed, he'd also kind of love it.
Connor realized belatedly that the ‘no words’ order had been violated very quickly, but he didn’t really care. It had just been a fun restriction to try. What Jacob was saying was just as enticing as the pictures he was sending. Connor could almost hear him saying it, low and breathy and needy. God, he loved it when his boy was needy. Especially like this, in public, even if Connor had prodded him into that state. He wet his lips as he looked at the picture, getting a filthy thrill at looking at a dick pic in such a public place. He was being careful -- his back was to a wall and he was keeping his screen held in close -- but it was still taboo and hot. Connor felt himself pulled more and more toward that restroom door. So you want me in the stall with you, stroking your pretty, hard dick while everyone parties out here?
Jacob had to keep his hand off himself for the most part because he knew if he stroked himself as much as he wanted, he wouldn't last as long as Connor wanted him to last. He still didn't think Connor would really join him so it all felt like delicious torture and he swallowed down the urge to whine when he got the next text message from Connor. yes he sent back and licked his lips, feeling overheated and flustered as he ran his finger along the tip of his cock, watching it twitch under the light touch. Fuck. He let his head thud back against the wall, trying to regain his composure so he could actually text back something a little more meaningful. It was hard to think about words and writing when all his focus was on that throbbing need in his cock and balls, making everything a little hazy.
Now that they’d been together a while, Connor had a good sense of the weight of that single word. The brevity enticed him even more, because it was obvious he was getting under Jacob’s skin. Not that he doubted it, but Connor always loved the point where that cockiness shifted into something heavier and more needy. And judging by the redness of his cock in that pic, Jacob was feeling pretty needy. Connor didn’t reply, just slipped his phone into his pocket and strolled casually to the men’s room door. He pushed it open, glancing at it for a possible lock -- there wasn’t one -- and stepped inside. There weren’t a lot of stalls in there, and only one door closed, so Connor knew exactly where to go. He approached it with a smirk and his heart beating hard. Connor rapped his knuckles lightly against the door. “Open up,” he murmured.
Jacob didn't have to go still when he heard the door open because he already was but he still felt like he did, like his body went stiffer at least. He listened to the slow footsteps and something inside him dipped like he was on a rollercoaster when Connor knocked. Because it was Connor and Jacob felt like moaning with joy. He slipped his phone in his pocket, unlocked the stall and backed up to give Connor space to step inside, his hands on him the moment he was inside with the door closing behind him. "I didn't think you'd come," he whispered, even if he was pretty sure nobody was in there with them. Connor was right, he was nearly vibrating with need, his cock straining upward as if looking for Connor.
Connor slipped into the stall and locked the door behind him, smiling faintly as Jacob clung to him immediately. He looked flushed and disheveled with his shirt unbuttoned and his cock bobbing out of the front of his house like it was. Connor slid one arm around him, turning them so he could nudge Jacob’s back against the stall wall. The other hand dipped down to wrap around Jacob’s cock to squeeze gently. He didn’t stroke it yet, but he did brush his thumb along the ridge of the head. “You enticed me,” he whispered back. Connor was positive they were alone, but it still felt right to whisper in such a deliciously confined space. “And you asked for this,” he added, his grip tightening a little. “You know how I love to spoil you.”
Jacob melted against him, both at the words and the touch, his body arching toward Connor as if he could somehow make him do more just by pushing closer. "You do," he whispered. "Thank you." He wondered what would happen if anyone entered the restroom, saw four feet under that door. Would they get kicked out? Banned from the place? God he didn't want to get Connor in trouble but the risk of it, the way he was primed to hear any little sound indicating they weren't alone - it all made him all the more aroused. "You make me so hard," he whispered and his breath felt thick in his throat, his heart like it was beating too hard and he couldn't keep his hands off Connor, hands on his waist, fingers slipping under his fancy vest. It was hard not to get him all ruffled, Jacob was trying his best not to misbehave but the urge to start pulling his clothes off was overwhelming.
“I can feel that,” Connor breathed, smirking again briefly. The nervous-awareness was doing a number on him too, every part of him feeling awake and alert while humming with desire at the same time. Jacob was thick and hot in his hand, and Connor loosened his hold enough to start lightly stroking him. He kept it slow and soft for the moment, his more sadistic side wanting Jacob practically writhing and begging with need. “It didn’t even take long, did it?” he whispered. “I bet you were getting hard the minute you walked in this stall, hm?” He pushed his chest against Jacob’s for a moment as he dipped his head in to kiss him, his tongue slipping past Jacob’s lips almost immediately. His mouth was warm and delicious, tasting faintly like alcohol. Connor already wanted to shove his cock into it, but he knew he actually did have to be careful here and not get caught.
A small moan escaped Jacob's throat and while it was mostly muffled by the kiss it felt loud in his ears, like it echoed through the bathroom, like someone standing right outside might hear it. It sent a rush through him and he bucked his hips needily against Connor. He would have told him he was already getting hard when he was at the table with Connor but the kiss rendered him speechless on multiple levels and he could swear his knees felt as weak as he felt dizzy. It was a pleasant kind of dizziness, a little drunk - a lot more aroused, his body thrumming with excitement and need. "Gonna make a mess of your suit," he whispered against Connor's lips, a quick warning when he could speak and then his mouth was on Connor's again, his mind racing with ideas of just what they could get up to in this stall before someone caught them.
Connor was already making a mess of his suit -- or at least the inside of his underwear, he could feel precum leaking out of the tip of his cock where it was still confined against his body. He’d gone in with the intention of teasing the shit out of Jacob and making him rejoin the party for a little while, but now that Connor had his cock in his hand, he so badly wanted to make his boy come. He broke the kiss off and pulled back a step, grabbing Jacob’s shoulders to turn him around a bit roughly. “Hands up on the wall,” he instructed, his voice low and hoarse with arousal. His own hands were already on Jacob’s body, slipping under his jacket and shirt to caress the bare skin on his waist and ribs and chest. He pulled Jacob’s hips back toward him a bit so he was slightly bent forward. There wasn’t a lot of room in there for positioning, and he kind of loved it. Pressing his bulge in against Jacob’s ass, Connor started stroking his cock again while he toyed with Jacob’s nipples with his other hand.
With his palms flat against the wall, Jacob pressed back against him, well aware of that hard bulge in his pants which only heightened his own arousal. His body moved, seemingly of its own accord, grinding back against Connor, arching this way and that as he tried to swallow down the moans that threatened to escape his throat. It was easier said than done, Connor knew exactly how to touch him, he'd already been good at it when they first met and now he knew Jacob's body better so Jacob was essentially fucked if he tried to fight against the pleasure rippling through him. Well, he wished he was, anyway. His mind was now filled with thoughts of Connor pulling his pants down and just taking him right here and now, though it was easier in fantasy than reality. The thought of him fucking him in this bathroom stall with people right outside, potentially walking in at any moment just made it all ramp up so much faster than he was used to. "Close," he whispered, as if Connor needed any warning. Jacob felt like it was all too obvious with the way his body moved, the way his cock twitched in Connor's grip and the quickness of his breath.
A few low grunts escaped Connor as Jacob ground his ass back against his hardon, though he was trying to be quiet himself. Just because no one had walked in yet didn’t mean they wouldn’t at any moment. It was inevitable at an event like this with people drinking. He pushed back against the pressure, rocking his hips to rub himself against Jacob’s ass. Jacob wasn’t the only one thinking about fucking, and Connor silently cursed himself for not bringing a small bottle of lube or something. They needed to get a travel bottle. This was hot as hell for now though, and he just intended it to be a teaser for later. With that in mind, the single soft word from Jacob brought him a pleasant twist in his stomach and some sadistic inspiration. “Shhhh,” he whispered, moving his free hand up to cover Jacob’s mouth. He pulled his head back some as he kept stroking his cock. Connor did indeed know his body well by now, and he waited until Jacob was just on the verge of climax, then let go of his cock. He cupped his hand over the tip of it, barely brushing against Jacob’s overheated skin. “Come in my hand,” he commanded, low and quiet.
Jacob felt like he should have seen that coming, that Connor would do something to tease him or torment him. His brain screamed that he couldn't come without the stimulation but his body disagreed and kept going anyway. It wasn't as good as if Connor had kept his hand on him and stroked him through, if anything it was disappointing and upsetting when he started ejaculating. Something was missing, he needed and wanted more. At the same time it was intensely hot, uncomfortable and a stark reminder that his body didn't belong to him. He clasped Connor's arms, his frustrated whining muffled by Connor's hand as he tried to jerk up against that all-too-light touch for some friction.
Knowing that it wasn’t as good as it could’ve been, knowing that it wouldn’t feel like enough and Jacob would probably still feel restless and horny through the rest of the evening ... well, it was fucking delicious to Connor. Jacob had wanted him to come in and stroke his cock, and he had. He hadn’t promised anything more than that. “Good boy,” he murmured, leaned in close to Jacob’s ear as he pressed his cock against that bucking ass. Connor didn’t let him get much more contact against his hand, and he pulled it away completely when Jacob seemed mostly done. Connor let go of Jacob’s mouth, giving his cheek a tender stroke before he lifted his cupped hand toward the boy’s lips. “Now take a taste,” he whispered. “Since you want to be so filthy in public.” Nevermind that Connor had been directing the filth, that wasn’t the point.
Jacob groaned softly and he realized that the bathroom could have filled with people and he wouldn't have noticed, his heart picking up as he wondered if he'd missed footsteps or the thud of the door. He still felt like squirming, his body desperate and trembling against Connor's as he darted his tongue out to taste his own cum. It was cooling in Connor's hand and this didn't feel particularly sexy except for the fact Connor was in charge and he was being kind of mean. Anyone else and Jacob would probably have been pissed but it was Connor and his words alone made his knees weak. "Bastard," he whispered weakly, tugging on Connor's arm as if he could change his mind, as if it wasn't too late. Could he even come again so soon? He wanted to, but could he? Fuck he didn't know, his cock felt spent and sensitive but he still didn't feel satisfied or anywhere near done.
It was hot to Connor, especially with the obvious reluctance. He smirked at the insult and pulled his body back, taking hold of Jacob’s shoulder to turn him back around to face him. He took a lick himself, his clean hand sliding up Jacob’s chest until he could grip his jaw lightly. “Keep that up and I might change my mind about what I’m going to do to you later,” he said, a note of warning in his voice. “You think a handjob in a bathroom is the main course? Tsk, you know me better than that.” Connor was about to say more when the restroom door opened -- a sound that he realized immediately they wouldn’t have been able to miss, so no one had snuck in while they were preoccupied -- and someone shuffled inside. The man was humming and didn’t sound too sober as he headed for the urinals. Connor’s eyes widened and he put two fingers to Jacob’s lips and pressed his own together, choking a laugh down.
Jacob had been enjoying that tight roll of discomfort and arousal that Connor's grip invoked in him when the damn door opened and he froze, eyes going wide. He was now pretty sure he wouldn't have missed the sound and he was very glad he hadn't had to listen to this guy pissing and humming while he was riding his near-orgasm, it either would have ruined it worse than Connor did or it would have awoken something more fucked up in him later. Arousal was weird that way. Then Connor was obviously holding back his laughter and Jacob relaxed a little, clamping his lips tight to keep from laughing too. It became harder when the guy started pep-talking to himself about how much he was winning. People were crazy when they thought they were alone.
The moment was kind of hilarious and stupidly arousing to Connor at the same time. Just that thrill of possibly being caught, of sneaking sex under the radar, made his cock ache happily. He’d always been a bit of an exhibitionist and even though no one could see them right now, the taboo was arousing. Holding back his snickers as best he could, he reached down to lightly tease the tips of his fingers against the head of Jacob’s cock, eyes on his lovely face. Connor almost kind of wished the drunk man had had to pee a minute or two earlier, just to force them into being even quieter, but this was good too. The man finished his business and went to wash his hands, continuing to have a little self-chat about being the best card shark in the building.
Jacob shook his head and gave Connor a desperate look, no longer laughing though there was still a hint of that grin as it slowly faded from his lips. You're being mean he thought, even if Connor wasn't a mind reader. It wasn't like he dared whisper anything right now, not with the guy right outside. If he was a girl, nobody would really care, but he wasn't so this felt dangerous in a way. He held his breath, squirming away from the touch, too sensitive to take anything and yet wanting more. It was a ridiculous dilemma. The guy outside was taking his time and Jacob wanted him out of there now, little moans threatening to escape him and he was sure if Connor didn't stop he'd jerk away or twitch and hit something. He didn't exhale until the guy walked out and the door closed behind him, his hands coming down to swat at Connor's hands. "Am I being punished for something?" he whispered, but the grin reached his eyes so he was obviously not upset.
Connor didn’t have to be a mind reader to read that message in Jacob’s expression, and it just egged him on to not let his boy squirm too far away. He relented when they were alone again and Jacob pushed at his hands, grinning at him broadly. Connor was fairly sure their bathroom partner hadn’t been aware they were there at all, so he just felt safely giddy at the moment. They’d gotten away with it. “Not at all,” he said, still smirking. “It’s not all about you. I’m indulging myself.” Connor liked to make him squirm and make him embarrassed while he was turned on and to tease him mercilessly. And Jacob liked being on the receiving end of all that, in spite of his whining. Connor leaned in and stole a kiss, then twitched the open sides of Jacob’s shirt. “Get yourself put back together,” he murmured, the teasing lilt still in his voice. “You're a hot mess.”
Jacob wouldn't deny that despite his whining and trying to get away he still loved all of this and knowing Connor was enjoying himself just made it even better. "You like it when I'm a hot mess," he murmured and slumped a little, reaching down to tug at the hems of Connor's vest. "You don't want anything in turn?" he whispered and since he did feel a little mischievous he let his fingers roam a little lower, finding the hard bulge in Connor's pants. He was well aware that he was hard before that, had been since he felt it grinding against his ass but that was different from boldly touching. "Bet I could get you off pretty fast if you let me."
He let Jacob touch him, indulging in the unsolicited contact for a moment before he reached down to curl his fingers around Jacob’s wrist for a moment. Connor didn’t pull it away quite yet, instead rolling his hips a bit to rub his cock against the boy’s palm. “Oh I know you could,” he murmured, his eyelids heavy. “But I’m going for delayed gratification tonight.” Connor flashed him a grin and dipped in to kiss him, hungry but brief, before he pulled away and took Jacob’s hand off of his crotch. “See you soon,” he breathed, and reached for the stall door to let himself out. He would give Jacob a bit of room and space to clean up and get himself back together. It was best they didn’t leave the restroom at the same time anyway. They’d already been in there too long, probably.
Jacob didn't want him to leave but he knew they'd been in there a while and the risk of getting caught got higher with every minute that passed. He smothered a whine when Connor pulled away and marvelled at his will power because damn, he would not have been able to tear himself away if he was in Connor's place. "Table five?" he whispered, hoping to not have to wander around searching for Connor once he got himself together - however long that might take, he was a hot mess, as Connor so eloquently put it, fixing himself up and calming himself down would take a little while. With his hands free he started buttoning his shirt up, wondering just how disheveled he looked. If he looked half as messed up as he felt then he wasn't going out there anytime soon.
“Five,” Connor confirmed, glancing back over his shoulder with a little smirk. He would stop by the bar first for some water, sure that Jacob would take a few minutes putting himself back together. Even though they were parting, he still got an erotic rush out of the thought of going back out there to mingle and brush elbows with Point Pleasant’s rich and powerful after just making his boy come in the restroom. Connor slipped out of the stall and closed it behind him, then headed for the sinks to quickly wash his hands. He may have been kinky but he wasn’t a savage. Once that was done, he blew a couple of kisses in Jacob’s direction and headed out the door back into the party, still feeling his heartbeat in his cock.